Ten years ago today, twenty-one-year-old college student Matthew Shepard was found, beaten, bloodied, comatose, and tied to a fence, near Laramie, Wyoming.  He died five days later, October 12, 1998, in a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado.
Cathy Renna speaks for many of us in her Bilerico piece today on him (and all those lost to hate [...]

[I feel compelled to remind us all that the ongoing election season content caveat applies here: nothing directly relating to lesbians or children or lesbians' children appears below, except that we all ostensibly live in a democracy, whether vital or compromised or, as I often tend to think so many things are, a little bit [...]

Talkin’ about the economy, talkin’ about national presidential politics, talkin’ about Baba’s state of mind. Not like you needed to have this spelled out, but menopause + the current economic and political drama = wild toggling between Baba’s paired impulses to either FREAK OUT! or CALM DOWN!
Since I’m still in Work Deadline Lockdown for at least another [...]

Everything, that is, but the assurance of legal recognition?
How ’bout a nice juicy donation to the No on Proposition 8 campaign?  It’s all the rage at California weddings this season.
And for good reason.  A donation goes with anything you’re wearing. It fits fine in your already crowded kitchen cabinets because it’s actually never going to [...]

Okay, this was made almost exactly a year ago, but it’s as appropriate as if it was recorded yesterday.  No on 8 folks reminded me of it by posting it on their website.  That is, until yesterday, when they posted their new ad that’s currently on the airwaves in CA. 

A print piece on Mayor Sanders’ press conference [...]

First, get out your hankies, if you’re the weepy type.
Second, watch for a quickie cameo by our former babysitter (hint: she’s testifier #3!). Yeah, we’re lucky. 
Now if THIS was the post you decided to pass on to a friend, or co-worker, or whomever you haven’t already innundated with links or notices, then I will [...]

My beloved is endearingly superstitious, a trait she inherited directly from her mother. Could be a theater thing.   She spills some salt, she has to toss some over her left shoulder.  We’re walking side-by-side and find we’re split up to pass by a pole or some such, and she’s compelled to say, “Bread and [...]

This is my dad.  
He is a life-long optimist.  The older he gets, the more simply and purely he values love over all else.  
He was legally married to my mom for upwards of thirty-three years. They’d still be married now, if she were alive. Hell, they still are.
He dearly wants California voters [...]